Cole Macgrath Novels & Stories

Uncle Mac's voice boomed through the house. To say he was an impatient man would be the understatement of the century, he waited for no one but that's why he was so highly respected within the pack. Uncle Mac was the packs top salutary, the highest of doctors and goddess was he good at his job. He stood around 6ft 4 with dark brown fluffy hair, similar to Kairo really just a lot darker, his eyes were darker too, the deepest brown, so dark they could almost be black if it wasn't for the caramel specks, he was a fairly muscly man but it wasn't muscle like the pack warriors.

She read the plaque that revealed it was a kukri, gifted from the Nepalese to a Sgt Maddox. Sgt Maddox? She frowned at the name. It was a common name, right? She glanced over at the picture on the wall, a group of brawny uniformed men stared back at her, their faces beaming with pride. She traced her finger over the names at the bottom of the picture, finding the same name. Only this time, it was slightly different, the label read Sgt Zachary Maddox. She followed the position of names, matching it up to Archer’s face. Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’.

No, he strolled up and looked Keegan right in the eye, and he had to regard that around the male. Keegan fixed as the Seattle pack pioneer drawn nearer and stuck out his hand. “Cedric Kincaid, Alpha o’ th’ Seattle pack.” The Scottish brogue was overwhelming in his discourse, indeed in spite of the fact that Keegan knew he’d been in the States for a long time. Keegan took his hand in a firm grasp. “Keegan McRae.” They shook, and Cedric shown Marc coming up on his right. “And ye insight Marc, here.”

Chapter 14 A Long Night Scarlett’s POV I return to my suite in the packhouse and promptly fall face-first onto my bed. It’s nearly 5:00am and between the sexual marathon that Raul and I had combined with the scents of vampires, being on high alert, a dead human and questioning from Detective Dougie (yes, I know his name is Doug, but he bugs me so now it’s Dougie), I’m exhausted. But given the time, I’m not sure if it’s even worth trying to go back to sleep for a couple of hours or if I should just stay awake. Still lying face-down on my bed, I do lift and turn my head to look over my shoulder when I hear Raul enter my suite and close the door behind him.

Mary Redferne A day before my wedding, Mr. McKinnon decided to host the most lavish engagement party for his son. I knew he did this intentionally, just a day before my own wedding, to ensure that their engagement overshadowed my own impending marriage. The McKinnons' ego was inflated by the perception of their wealth, and they sought to command respect and demonstrate their social standing. As the evening unfolded at Joshua and Clara's extravagant engagement party, I found myself standing alone at the bar, nursing a glass of sparkling water. The grandeur of the occasion was unmistakable, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at my insides.

I saw Morgana's eyes holding a grave and a rather knowing look at Cain. "Jeanette McConnell is Debra Gray's ancestor." She announced and we all fell to silence.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

Mia: I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. That was the only thought running through my head as I sat on the edge of Nathan’s bed wearing one of his shirts while an older woman calmly unpacked herbs and small glass bottles from a leather bag near the table. She was Nathan’s healer, which somehow made this whole thing feel even more mortifying. Apparently, my body reacting so dramatically to being marked had now become official pack business, and I wanted to disappear. “This is humiliating,” I muttered under my breath. “And the fact that you had to call for the healer for this is even more embarrassing.”